Monday, December 21, 2015

Solstice greetings!

Celebratinv a very bright and happy Solstice to one and all - with this rather sexy photo from the fabulous Inked Kenny. Now that's one Santa visit I'm ready to make... ;)

Friday, December 04, 2015


I squirm underneath His boot - the heavy Vibram cleats bite into the side of my face whilst my senses are overwhelmed by the heady tang of oil and polish that shines from the smooth leather, just inches from my nose...

He towers over me: Bal-laced patrol boots shined to a mirror, and heavily padded leather breeches hugging His lithe and muscular legs. A tight leather shirt covers His furred torso, and heavy gauntlets encase His hands. I can't see His eyes for the dark shade of His Muir, but I feel the possessive bore of His gaze nonetheless. I lie beneath Him, surrender myself to the press of His boot - honoured to be the ground upon which He walks.

He is leathered - the epitome of Masculine Power; I am rubber encased, and sleep-sack bound - my body compressed into a wriggling tube of helpless surrender and hungry submission. A rubber worm beneath the boot of my God.

He leans forward, rest His Hand against His knee as He pushes downwards with His foot - lets me feel the weight of Him through the cleats, and lets me feel the reality of my predicament: that I am helpless beneath Him, bound and unable to resist, a subhuman thing that is His to use or abuse as He sees fit. For a moment I wonder if He might keep pressing until my head pops like a rotten fruit. I whimper in a complex mix of fear and desire, restraint and release. My trapped and aching cock throbs beneath the tight multiple layers of my imprisonment.

 He sees my hunger and submission - hears my animal noises of surrender and fear - and His bearded face breaks into a growling appreciative smile:

"You fuckin pervert...!"

He presses harder once, then moves His boot away from my cheek - hovers the cleats over my mouth: my tongue, unthinking, laps up to press into the deep clefts and ridges.

"Sir. YOUR pervert, Sir!"

He laughs - takes a step back to stand staring down at the long rubber tube that is my restrained body. I wriggle and hump, flopping my useless rubber-flesh across the floor towards Him - my soft body within the layers bathed in sweat and precum. Breathless and panting, chest heaving against the tight restriction, I finally reach His boots, press my face into the leather.

"Good boy! - my rubber worm!"

I pant and squirm all the harder at His words.

Yes: I'm a worm. A rubber grub pupating inside my maggot-sheath, half way between man and object. Completely lost in perversity and hunger, submission and devotion to HIM. And it feels so fucking liberating to be able to let go and just BE like this: to be rubber, to be an animal - to be HIS.

I lie at His feet - squirm under His boot - and grin up to my Master with all the love and hungry happiness that only a true pervert can express...

Monday, November 23, 2015

'Scene'. Photos by @ReecePickering_

Sir and I recently had a photoshoot with one of my student photographers, together with Andy and Karl from South West Rubbermen.

Reece Pickering is an upcoming documentary and portrait photographer, with whom I have worked before (producing a series of photos for a campaign around 'Aging in the LGBT community') - he has a fantastic eye for capturing a good image, and a winning way behind the lens that helps to get the best out of his models. It's always a pleasure to work with him, and so I of course jumped at the opportunity to help him with his current series: 'Scene: portraits of the gay Fetish and BDSM community'

The following is only a small selection of the 200+ images we shot during a fantastically fun morning in the studio - but I'm sure you'll agree they are fantastic! 

If you are interested in participating in Reece's work, you can contact him via his Twitter or Instagram accounts: @ReecePickering_ 

Thursday, October 29, 2015

UK #LeatherPride (6th - 8th November, Bristol UK) and the #PupPalace

Preparations are well in hand for the first UK Leather Pride event to be held in here Bristol, in just a few weeks time. Spencer and the guys at LeatherWest have been working like mad things for the last few months, organising events - and full details of the various Dinners, parties and workshops can be found on both the LeatherPride website and Facebook pages - which is also were you can buy tickets or download the event ap.

Pup Palace

As part of the weekend's festivities, Saturday will see an entire afternoon at The Palace dedicated to pups and puppy play, sponsored by Kye and the lovely pack at PuppyPride UK.

The first hour (1-2pm) is hosted by my Handler and I, and will be dedicated to 'newborn pups' - with an opportunity to ask questions, talk about equipment and safety, or just to learn a little more about this big friendly scene.

From 2pm-5pm, the Palace will then be transformed into a PupPalace with 25sqm of padded floor, dog beds, toys, and treats - ready to let you romp and play, and release your inner pup to your heart's content (and your Handler's pleasure).

Attendees who are also members of the PuppyPride site will receive free dogtags - so it's worth setting up a profile in advance...!

It's looking to be one hell of a good weekend - don't miss out: book now!

Friday, August 28, 2015

Book sale!

It's coming up to two years since my first book, "Assimilation: tales of transformation and surrender" had it's first publication date - and I'd like to offer you a chance to buy a signed copy to celebrate.

Copies are £12 each, with £2.99 postage (Royal Mail) - and all funds will go towards the new how-to book I'm writing: "An old dog's advice to young pups". To buy your own copy, Click on the 'Buy now' link below.

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Invincible? - unbeatable!

I've been a slave to rubber fetish ever since I pulled on a pair of moulded rubber tights and felt myself gripped by their seductive embrace - I reached down with sweat-slick hands to stroke across the glossy membrane that stretched, gossamer thin and yet irresistibly tight across my crotch: felt the pulsing heat of my trapped cock, and found myself swept away on a black tide of intense arousal beyond anything I had ever felt before.

That was nearly 30 years ago - and the hunger and desire for this most sensual of fetishes has only grown with experience. In the intervening years I am proud to have fully embraced my true rubber perversity - and to own (or is that, be owned by...?) a wardrobe filled with rubber gear.

With very few exceptions, all of it has come from Invincible Rubber.

Invincible has been supplying the highest quality rubbery gear for gay men for more than 20 years, and have just had a refresh of their website to celebrate - including some fantastic new sexy products, modelled by the likes of the ever sexy Kilker, and photographed in some truly sexy images by Neil Z Page


There's a fantastic selection of sexy, masculine gear too - from sports gear and Jeans to total-enclosure catsuits and full rubber versions of BLUF-Style uniforms - and a brilliant gallery of sexy images too.

And the quality of the gear speaks for itself - as does the fact that several of the biggest fetish stores around the world choose to use Invincible as their favoured rubber supplier. Their stuff lasts too: my favourite should-entry suit is 10 years old now, and would be still going strong if I hadn't managed to tear my knee out on my Man's boot-buckle during some very enthusiastic puppy-romping...  It's currently up with Paul, Ian and the guys getting repaired again - which also reflects the other reason why so much of my own gear comes from Invincible: their unbeatable customer service.

I'm an awkward s.o.b. when it comes to gear: short, wiry and obsessed with rubber needing to be *tight*. I've never been able to buy gear 'off the peg' without looking like I've borrowed my Dads Prom-suit, but Paul and Ian offer an exceptional made-to-measure service that has ensured my suits always fit like the second-skin rubber should always be. They also encouraged me to make the trip up to their workshop in Nottingham for a *proper* measuring service, so as to ensure they had the correct details - and gave both my Man and I a fantastic afternoon of sorting through their various custom designs and discussing our own thoughts and ideas.

Getting the fit right is really important with gear that reveals as much as rubber does: If you want your rubber to look fantastic you really should pay the little extra to have it made to fit you perfectly - and make that extra effort to visit the guys in Nottingham if you can so that they can measure you *properly*. I know there are other rubber makers on the 'net that offer what they call 'made-to-measure' but I've compared the two, and no offence but it really is like trying to compare between a Saville Row suit and a cheap knock off from Primark...

Likewise, it's important to remember that you get what you pay for. Sure, you might find gear that seems cheaper online, but will it really fit that well - or last longer than a few play-nights? If you have to keep replacing that 'cheap' suit, then it's not really that cheap after all is it...

Invincible has supplied me with a treasure trove of exceptional rubber gear - and gleefully fed my perversity - for two decades. Isn't time you gave them a try too...?

Sunday, August 16, 2015

Do we need Gay Heroes - or just 'Heroes' ?

I am so glad to read the current news items about Rugby League star Keegan Hirst coming out as gay ( 

It is fantastic that we are finally starting to have positive role models in professional sport. 

And yet...

I feel genuinely sad that both Keegan himself and the tone of the piece are focused on the attitude that being gay = being a non-masculine man: 'I was 6'4", a builder and a rugby player - I was fully butch and masculine so how could I be gay?'

Being gay doesn't mean being 'fem', or less masculine. True, society tends to spot fem and camp-acting guys easier, and identify them as 'different', but they are not the sole 'colour' of our rainbow sexuality; despite what most people think (including a whole load in our community itself) every gay guy doesn't secretly want to wear makeup and drag, any more than every lesbian has to be 'butch' and dress in dungarees... 

And yet, as a community, we set these gender identities as polar opposites, and set ourselves up as combatants: 'men are from Mars, women from Venus', fem-guys against 'straight-acting', drag against butch. 

But these polarised notions of gender and sexuality are damaging to *everyone*. They encode and enforce the idea that 'Men are butch, strong, unemotional, good with their hands' and 'women are pretty, good mothers, no good at science...' - the very notions that create so much gender tension, body-dismorphia and unhappiness in every generation of kids who grow up thinking they are 'different' in some hideous way, just because they think and feel outside of some hideously charicatured 'gender norm'. 

As a society, and as a community, we need to grow up past these 'Janet and John', 'Barby and Ken' ideals. We need strong models who can stand up and be THEMSELVES, regardless of how close or divergent they are from the 'norm'. We need butch gays, fem queens, Tom-boy dykes, lipstick lesbians, 'straight-acting' bromances, gender-queer Bears, radical fairies, married gay-dads and guys-who-fuck-guys - and ALL of us to proudly wear the rainbow saying 'yes, I'm gay and queer - so fuckin what?'

Well done Keegan for accepting yourself - but please, don't change. Be yourself as you've always been - having sex with a guy is just one tiny aspect of who you are. Be you, be 'butch', and be gay too. Take a lesson from Gareth Thomas and Tom Daley: just be yourself - and in being, become a genuine role model For a better society that embraces us just for having the strength to be who we choose to be.

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